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Ms. Field added a modern twist to the maid's dress, with the hemline cut above the knee and the sleeves changed to short sleeves, although there is no all-important black or white silk, but it is a pleasure to look at the sparkling round toes and smooth white thighs.
"It fits." Ashna could not bear the torture of speculation, and in a joking tone, as if she saw through Field's purpose, "My Lord, what do you want me to do?"
Her job, the maids say, is to sleep with the man in front of her. But Ashna thought that was unlikely, because humans hated the sub-humans, who had animal ears and tails, making them think that they were human blood tainted by animals, like demonic bastards born after a plot against a goat.
"To help me expand my territory, of course, as I said." Field answered naturally, seeing Asina's unbelieving face, he had to cover his forehead and said helplessly, "Eat first, let's talk while we eat."
Hearing the meal, Ashna calmed down at once. Her stomach was burning with hunger.
Field was in a difficult situation, and being disliked by his siblings was not a matter of behavior alone.
But the old Earl's health was deteriorating, and his great fortune was about to be divided, and even if Field was not in favour, the law of the Holy Griffin Empire stated that the right to divide was in the direct line of blood.
It is equivalent to the otherworldly version of the Order of Benevolence, dividing large areas into smaller ones to prevent one Lord from becoming too powerful.
Therefore, Field's brothers naturally want Field to go to heaven, and they also hate each other.
Shortly after the dinnerbell rang, two demure maids came in with sauced cutlets and honey bread.
"Asina, you have... Why, where are people?"
Weighing the words of the field, a blink of an eye found that Ashina disappeared, suddenly face blank circle.
"I'm here."
Ashna sat on the ground in the corner in the position of a duck.
"What are you doing?" Field said in shock.
"Uh... Sit... Wait for dinner, my Lord, what have I done wrong?" Asina was nervous again.
Field strode forward, took her by the hand, and led her to the table. "Sit in the chair. Now eat."
Ashna, who dared only sit on a third of the stool, stared at Field for a long time to make sure that the noble Lord in front of her had not taken out a whip or a flesh whip.
"You're not kidding, can I eat this?" Ashna pointed to the fragrant steak.
Field spread his hand: "Of course."
Seeing that Field was no joke, the poor beast carefully lowered her head and nibbled at the steak. The next moment, the taste of meat with spices and sauces blooming in the mouth, I don't know how long I haven't tasted the taste of meat, just dance crazy.
It's the best thing in the world!
Leaving everything behind, Ashna quickly swallowed the steak on her plate and licked it clean.
Then Ashna alone destroyed three cutlets and five white loaves of bread, and finally gave up eating when her stomach became as pregnant as before.
Field smiled the kind smile of an old father.
Jie Jie, eat, eat, and later work for me.
"Whew, I'm willing to die right now." Asina licked the juice from the corners of her mouth, and the Wolf's ears stood upright with great spirit.
"Not so much. I hope to make you the Chosen one." Field folded his fingers and leaned back in his chair.
He certainly did not go so far as to reveal that Asina was an unawakened Chosen one, but instead used the word cultivation.
"Huh? You are likely to be disappointed. The chance of a chosen one is very small, and I am an Asian, and I have never heard of any covenant between humans and Asians." Ashna replied weakly.
According to the book, the more prosperous the big city, the more likely it is that the chosen will appear. But even in the Golden Eagle City, in the past hundred years, the gods have chosen only three people, two of whom are the children of nobles and one is a cleric.
The Asian people became the chosen even less, they did not have a strong country and prosperous cities, food and clothing are difficult to reach.
Field chuckled and said, "How can we know until we try? I believe I can make you the Chosen One."
If you don't, you'll probably die in a cursed place.
"Well, if there's meat to eat." Asina licked the corners of her mouth.
The next ten days passed quickly on the road, buying large quantities of meat and potion supplements in every city he passed in order to feed Ashna.
Ashna soon realized that Field was not joking.
In addition, Felder purchased 150 gold coins worth of fog lamps, purifying potions, and awakening crystals. Field has done his homework, and these magical items are necessary to pioneer the nightline.
Soon we reached the last fort leading to the Northern provinces.
Bull Baron's Carbon Fortress, a stone castle built on a high mountain range, protects against corrupt creatures, monsters, and fearsome orcs from the North.
"Bless me, Goddess of Winter, make me the Chosen!" Asina hid in the creaky carriage, silently praying to the gods of the Wolf Ya people, these days, Asina had an illusion of dreaming.
There was a ride in a noble carriage, a delicious steak, and even the care and service of maids, though they did not want it and often complained.
But these days, it's like heaven. Thinking about it, Asina touched her forehead to make sure she hadn't damaged her head with a fever.
The only thing she could not understand was that Felder would buy precious potions for her to drink, and she had never heard of the Chosen being able to eat them.
"Perhaps an evil ritual." Ashna muttered, "But even if it were to be sacrificed to the devil, it would seem worth it. Pooh-pooh-pooh, what am I talking about?"
"Well, I hope I'm the chosen one, or Baron Field will be furious." Ashna prayed in silence.
The Khal, the steward, sighed in despair. "Oh, I didn't think the last time I came to Kashan would be like this."
Field ignored the boy's groans, sat on the horse, gently poked the butler's shoulder with his riding whip, and inquired curiously, "You used to come to the fort?"
The Khal rolled his eyes. "Yes, you always donate your living expenses to the villagers here, or to Baron Bull's small Treasury, so that he and his soldiers can eat, drink and be merry."
"Uh, okay." Field's mouth twitched, forgetting that the original owner was a good man, and he smiled awkwardly and shrugged his shoulders unnaturally. "At least the Bull Baron will welcome us, won't he? The locals will also praise us, and it will be much easier to get to and from Kasan Fortress."